Chapter 513 Could the Murderer Be Tom Riddle? !

Chapter 513 Is the murderer Tom Riddle? !

Tom opened the diary and it was blank.

"Tom. M. Riddle."

After whispering the name above, Tom's expression became solemn.

The name of the owner of the diary is exactly the same as his previous name.

"It's Voldemort's past name."

At this time, Tom already knew that the mysterious man who disrupted the British wizarding world twelve years ago was Voldemort, his other self.

Or in other words, my past self with a different life trajectory.

Although he can't figure it out now, he obviously left that world after being adopted by his father.

But in the magical world of Hogwarts, another version of myself that was not adopted unexpectedly appeared. He grew up in an orphanage step by step, then went to Hogwarts, became the big devil that everyone feared, and was finally killed by a baby.

"What an idiot. You can actually be killed by yourself. You are not me. You are just a guy with empty ambitions but no means."

Tom, who made such an evaluation of Voldemort, stood in front of the window with the notebook in his hand and looked out at the farm.

"So the reason why I have a strange feeling about Harry Potter is because if my fate had not been changed by my father, I would have been killed by him in the end?"

His expression became serious and he held the notebook tightly.

"But you won't get what you want this time, Harry Potter."

After whispering something, Tom sat down and turned his attention to the diary.

If you want to figure out the life that another person has experienced, this diary is the best tool.

As for why there is no writing on the diary.

Hidden ink perhaps?

After casually tapping the diary, Tom tried to pronounce the spell: "Apars Am!"

After using the manifestation spell, it still had no effect, and there was no writing on the diary.

After thinking for a while, he took out a quill from the bedside table.

After using his quill to soak up a drop of ink, he dropped the ink onto his diary.

After a while, under his gaze, the ink slowly disappeared on the diary paper.

Then he wrote a word on it with a quill.

"Hello."

Originally, he didn't have high expectations, but the handwriting he wrote miraculously flickered for a moment and then quickly disappeared.

Later, while he was waiting, the diary finally had some movement.

Through his ink, words slowly emerge from the page.

"Hello, my name is Riddle, how did you get my diary?"

After these fonts appeared, they seemed to be time-sensitive and quickly disappeared from the paper.

Tom was stunned for a moment, then calmly wrote on it with a quill: "Someone left it in the bathroom."

“I’m lucky that it wasn’t completely destroyed, and even luckier that I have my memories recorded in something that lasts longer than ink, so thank you for talking to me.”

"What do you mean?"

Tom used a quill pen to write on it: "Why can you communicate with me? Are you really called Tom Riddle?"

"It's a long story about why I can communicate with you. Maybe I can explain it to you later. What I can answer you now is: Yes, Tom Riddle is my name."

The writing in the diary slowly appeared, and then quickly disappeared.

"Can I know your name?"

the writing that appeared on the diary asked Tom.

Tom's eyes narrowed slightly, "Of course, I am Tom, Tom Padrick, a first-year Ravenclaw student."

"Well, Tom, it looks like we have the same name. Look, I have to tell you, this diary is about some terrible things, some hidden emotions, that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "

"Well, I'm interested in that."

Tom lured the snake out of the hole and pretended not to understand anything, "Recently, terrible things happened here at Hogwarts. Do you know anything about the Secret Chamber?"

The writing on the diary gradually became scrawled.

"Of course I know about the Chamber of Secrets, Tom. When I was at school, everyone told us it was just a legend and it didn't exist, but you have to know that it was a lie."

The diary addressed him with scrawled writing.

"When I was in fifth grade, the secret room was opened, and monsters came out and attacked Hogwarts students, and something unfortunate happened. In the end, one student died. I caught the person who opened the secret room, and he was expelled. He deserves to be punished, but Headmaster Dumbledore thinks it is a shame that something like this happened at Hogwarts."

"Therefore, Principal Dumbledore did not allow me to tell the truth. They told the outside world that the girl died in an accident. That was a lie. They warned me and ordered me to keep silent."

"But I know, I know it will happen again, that the monster in the chamber is still alive, and the person who has the power to release it is not locked up yet."

The handwriting in the diary thought that Tom did not believe him, and continued to write: "Don't you believe it? Padric, I will prove it to you."

Just as Tom was deep in thought, the diary opened a gap and suddenly seemed to be blown by a strong wind.

The room was instantly filled with strong winds, and the books placed on the desk and the photos of him and his father were blown to the ground.

Tom grabbed the picture frame.

Then he felt his body being pulled into the book.

Holding the photo frame, he was sucked into the place where colors and shadows intersected.

His feet touched the solid ground, and then Tom felt that the blurred vision in front of him began to become clearer.

He immediately understood where he was.

On the steps of Hogwarts School, he saw Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore was followed by several teachers carrying the body.

The teachers carried a body covered with white cloth and walked down from it.

He saw another version of himself.

Or to be precise, it's a more mature teenage version of myself that resembles myself.

Even though the two looked different, Tom recognized him at a glance and it was his other self.

The other Tom Riddle took off his hat, and the Miyoshi student badge was shining on his chest.

"Professor, is the school really going to close for this?"

Tom Riddle asked Dumbledore worriedly.

"Sorry, Tom, the current situation is that if something like this happens in the school, there may be arrangements for you, but under the current environment."

"Professor, I have no home. This is my home and I don't want to leave."

Tom Riddle had a sad expression on his face.

"My dear child, you must know what a dangerous idea it is for the school to keep you here. We have lost a poor girl, and now the Ministry of Magic is even considering closing the school."

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Tom Riddle in the diary whispered, "If the murderer is caught, then everything will be over."

"What?"

Dumbledore looked at him doubtfully.

"nothing."

Diary Tom Riddle shook his head, turned and left.

Tom, who had been a ghost body, watched all this happen. After seeing the other party leave, he immediately followed him.

The last diary, Tom Riddle, appeared in front of a door.

The dim environment made it difficult for Tom, who had been following, to see clearly.

He only saw the other party talking to a boy with a tall silhouette, and the words faintly reached his ears.

"Good evening, Hagrid."

"What are you doing here? Riddle."

"It's over, Hagrid. I have to report you up. Hagrid, if you don't stop the attack, they are going to close the school."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Riddle."

"I also know you don't want to kill anyone, but the pet you have is quite dangerous, although I guess you just want it to be out and about."

"No, it never hurt anyone. That's not it! It's not the murderer!"

During the quarrel, Tom Riddle pulled out his wand and lit up the corridor.

Then Tom saw a big spider.

After that, there was a sharp scream, and the big spider ran away, while Diary Tom Riddle was chasing after him with his wand raised.

The scene before him finally spun violently in front of Tom.

The familiar scene gradually returned, and Tom found himself back on the farm.

The diary that took him back to fifty years ago lay quietly on the table.

Walking over and closing the diary gently, Tom fell into deep thought.

Although what he saw was that Hagrid released the monsters in the secret room to kill people, he would not believe it so easily.

"Do you think I am so simple in my other self? We are both cunning and ambitious guys. The difference is that my ambition and path to greatness are for my father."

Tom sneered.

Putting down the photo frame with Peter in his hand, a plan gradually formed in his mind.

The next day.

Hermione found Harry, Mark and Ron.

"It's Hagrid."

Hermione said something that shocked several people.

"What?"

"It's Hagrid. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago."

Based on the clues provided by Peter, Hermione finally investigated what happened fifty years ago.

"Impossible, Hagrid can't do such a thing."

Harry said Hagrid was not that kind of person.

"Wait a minute. Hermione, you seem a little different today."

Ron noticed that Hermione was a little different today.

He pointed to the beautiful diamond-shaped amulet on Hermione's chest, "The amulet you are wearing today is very beautiful. Where did you buy it?"

Hermione blushed slightly and put the necklace charm inside her cashmere jacket, "It was a gift from a very important person."

She glared at Ron, "We're talking about something very important, Ron, don't interrupt."

Mark next to him thought for a while and asked Hermione: "Where did you get the information, Hermione? I think Hagrid is like an upright and good person. Although he looks like the kind of person who is not easy to contact, he is actually Very gentle.”

"I looked through newspapers from fifty years ago. Fifty years ago, there was a rumor in the school that "the secret room was opened and non-pure-blood wizards were killed." After that, someone was attacked, and a girl died because of it. ”

Ron asked her: "Who?"

"Myrtle!"